[center]Dade Braxton
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[center]Dade had already been on the island for a little while now trying to explore everything he could. His eyes were wide with wonder as he walked through the crowds wearing dark blue Bermuda shorts and an off white collard t-shirt. He enjoyed the whole beach vibe and felt more at home than he would care to admit. The boat ride had been a breeze for him since his parents used to own one when he was younger. The vibe he gave off was slightly privileged, but the smile plastered on his face was welcoming. He took note of everyone coming onto the island wondering if he should make the attempt at starting a friendship with one of the guys or girls. This was all about love after all. He came on here with the decision to not limit himself to a specific gender. If a guy peaked his interest he would pursue, and the same went with girls.

The music wasn't really his cup of tea so he did his best to avoid the dance floor altogether. He couldn't wait to show the other contestants his musical skills when they all settled in. He made his way to the bar finally and stood next to a girl he had seen come in when he first arrived. She had interesting features and he kicked himself mentally for staring too long. He attempted to get the attention of the bar tender, but of course like in real life Dade went ignored. He scooted himself a little closer as he called out, [color=0072bc]"Excuse me. Yeah, you over there. We've been waiting. I'll take a water,"[/color] he said keeping his tone light and friendly. The last thing he wanted to do was anger the staff. Then he gestured toward the girl so that she could order something herself. [/center]

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[center]Rocky Blake
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[center]Rocky could hear the music as the boat got closer to shore. The sound of it made the hair on her arms as she realized just how real this whole situation was. Entering the show was more of an impulse act that she did a little before her twenty-sixth birthday. She had never really thought they would accept her, but when the letter came that she was to be on the show she was to anxious to react. She had set up her clients with a stand in bartender while she was away. Packing her clothes had been a little bit of a drag, she had nothing beach attire so most of her luggage consisted of workout pants and tank tops. Rocky had decided to arrive to the island in a little red dress with a pair of blue keds that she borrowed from one of the staff.

The boat finally docked and she pulled her hair up into a little bit of a messy bun and sucked in a deep breath. Right away she was greeted by members of the crew and handed a drink that matched her clothes. She took a sip and cringed. Clearly she would have to play the bartender for this group or they would die of sugar overdose. She wasn't sure where they found these people, but clearly she had applied for the wrong job. She walked towards the music and set her drink down on an empty table. The pounding of the bass was in tune with her heart and she couldn't help but smile making her way on the floor. Dancing wasn't one of her best skills, but she knew how to shake her hips and get attention. [/center]